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A packed gym, big boys varsity rivalry. Steal at half court and I bust my tail down the court, turn the corner and sprint to the lane. Defender, also sprinting at full speed, hits the dribbler's arm and trips and comes headfirst at me about thigh high. I manage to leap, tuck my 45 year old legs under me, and we miss each other. While in the air, I tweet, manage a 180 turn to land on both feet with a fist in the air and the bird dog out.
No fan comments. Just a standing ovation.
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